vanity of vanities

There is magic in sincere forgiveness; in the forgiveness you give, but more so in the forgiveness you receive.

 Even though I always feel alone, I can think alone. And at sometimes, I cant think of a reason of why I should continue living. Not in a suicidal way, but still. Why do I continue growing older in this body only to put up with bullshit at work and come home for regular entertainment?

I noticed that I generally walk faster than people on the boat, even the taller ones. But even eating breakfast and having a good nights rest, I still can't remember a time where I haven't been tired at least in the little bit.

I think I need to take a sob session one of these days for my whining.